'What troubles you, dear? What problems make you scrunch your | Every Day Poems
"What troubles you, dear? What problems make you scrunch your face so?" He asked the young woman he has grown considerably close to. "Some troubles aren't meant to be shared, they are to be shouldered alone in case they break the back of the one you share it with." She chuckled at his indignant look, and put a finger on his lips that were forming a protest. "And before you tell me you've got a broader shoulder or a sturdier back than me, know that it is a fact I do not refute. But as I don't like to see your back broken, I also have no desire to turn you into a hunchback."
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